Sorcerer of Sorcerers
Aryan is a hardworking young man who becomes the sole breadwinner of his broken family at just eighteen. With a careless, alcoholic father and two helpless younger siblings depending entirely on him, Aryan sacrifices his education and works as a delivery boy to keep his family alive.
One tragic night, while returning home from work, Aryan is hit by a car with failed brakes and left to die on a deserted highway. Despite countless vehicles passing by, no one stops to help. Aryan dies thinking only about the fate of his younger brother and sister.
After death, Aryan awakens before a mysterious divine entity who reveals himself as the creator of the universe. Unable to return Aryan to his destroyed body, the being offers him a second life in a completely different world. Desperate to protect his siblings, Aryan begs for them to be reborn with him-and his request is granted.
Aryan and his siblings are reincarnated on Planet Swaraj, a dangerous and magical world filled with monsters, swordsmen, mages, and dragons. Aryan is granted a mysterious system that tracks his abilities and offers power through combat. To survive and protect his family, he must defeat strange creatures, level up, and unlock hidden powers.
Now reborn in a world where strength determines survival, Aryan begins his journey-not for glory or power, but to ensure that this time, his family will never be left helpless again.
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Chapter 2
Welcome to our story.
So let us begin from the moment where the first chapter came to an end.
After defeating the goblin, Aryan and his two younger siblings crossed the forest together. Earlier, Aryan had hidden them safely among the distant bushes, far away from danger. As they finally emerged from the dense woods, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them-a city stood right in front of their eyes.
It was a city built entirely of stone. Massive stone houses stood proudly, and at the entrance was a gigantic gate guarded by soldiers dressed in military attire. Anyone who wished to enter the city had to show a mark on their hand. Those who already possessed the mark-or were willing to receive it-were allowed to pass through the gate.
Aryan and his siblings joined the line.
When Aryan's turn arrived, a guard asked him something. Aryan didn't know how, but he and his siblings could clearly understand the words. At that moment, the familiar blue light spoke inside his mind.
"You can understand their language because your own language has transformed into the language of this world."
"Oh... that makes sense," Aryan replied internally. "But what about my brother and sister?"
"Your power has been inherited by them as well. That is why they can understand this language too."
Aryan's attention shifted back to the guard, who repeated, "Show me your mark."
"I don't have one," Aryan replied honestly.
"Then do you wish to receive the mark and become a resident of our city?" the guard asked.
So this mark is basically a visa, Aryan thought.
That was when he learned from a nearby man that the city was called Swarajpur. Aryan nodded in agreement, and soon the mark was placed on his hand-and on the hands of his siblings as well.
As soon as they entered the city, all eyes turned toward them.
Since emerging from the white light, Aryan had changed dramatically. He had become strikingly handsome-almost unreal.
People whispered among themselves.
Can a human really be this beautiful?
"I wish he were my boyfriend," said a plump girl dreamily.
"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" another girl snapped. "Forget being his girlfriend-he wouldn't even glance at you."
"He would obviously want someone beautiful like me," a third girl said smugly.
Soon, a large crowd gathered around Aryan.
Seeing the commotion, the city commander arrived. Her name was Sana.
She was around twenty or twenty-one years old, graceful and beautiful, with a slender figure. She wore a soldier's uniform-but it was clearly superior to that of an ordinary soldier. A faint shade of red colored her hair. Her eyes were light brown, her nose sharp, and her lips soft like flower petals.
When Sana saw Aryan, she froze for a brief moment, unconsciously lost in his face. Quickly regaining her composure, she asked,
"Why have you gathered such a crowd?"
"They gathered on their own," Aryan replied calmly.
Sana immediately dispersed the crowd.
Then she looked at Aryan again and asked,
"By the way... are you new here?"
"Yes," Aryan said. "How did you know?"
"I've seen all kinds of people," Sana replied. "I can tell who's new and who isn't just by looking at their face."
"Oh," Aryan said simply.
"So, where are you headed?" Sana asked.
"I don't know," Aryan admitted. "I'm new to this city."
At that moment, his little sister-about eight or nine years old-tugged at his pants and gestured for him to bend down. She whispered into his ear,
"Brother, that big sister is really nice, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is," Aryan replied softly.
"Then marry her! The neighbor aunty said that if you wait too long, you won't find a bride."
Hearing her innocent words, Aryan smiled.
"That's not true," he said gently. "And even if I wanted to marry, there's no shortage of girls. You saw that earlier, didn't you?"
His sister placed her hand on her head thoughtfully.
"Okay, brother."
Aryan smiled again, completely melted by her cuteness.
Sana noticed the interaction and asked,
"Who are they?"
"They're my younger siblings," Aryan replied.
"They're very cute," Sana said with a smile.
"If you don't have any work, come with me," she added. "I'll help you find a job."
She motioned for him to follow, and Aryan walked behind her with his siblings. As they moved through the city, Aryan was astonished. Everyone used magic-whether it was a vegetable vendor or a wealthy businessman.
Soon, they stopped in front of a restaurant.
"You'll get a job here," Sana said and walked inside.
"This restaurant belongs to my Aunt Ria," she explained. "She's very old now and can't manage it on her own. She needs someone
to take care of it."
Inside, Sana spotted her aunt and immediately hugged her.
"My daughter! How are you?" Aunt Ria asked.
"I'm fine, Auntie," Sana replied.
"And look who I brought today," Sana said, pointing toward Aryan.
When Aunt Ria saw such a handsome young man following Sana, she instantly assumed he was Sana's boyfriend.
"So you got yourself a boyfriend and didn't even tell me!" she exclaimed. "Tell him to sit with me-I'll talk to him about your marriage."
She said all of that in one breath.
"Auntie, he's not my boyfriend!" Sana protested.
Aunt Ria's face drooped slightly.
"Oh... he isn't?"
"So what if he isn't?" she continued cheerfully. "He can become one. I don't think even royal princes would be as handsome as this boy."
"Auntie, I can't do this," Sana said, though a faint blush appeared on her face.
"I can tell from your blush whether you want it or not," Aunt Ria teased. "Don't worry, I'll talk to him."
"No, Auntie," Sana said quickly, stopping her.
Meanwhile, Aryan and his siblings approached them, amazed by the massive and magical restaurant.
This was no ordinary place. Demi-humans, yoginis, and vampires were calmly dining together.
Aryan bowed respectfully.
"Hello, Auntie."
"What are you doing?" Aunt Ria asked.
"This is how people greet each other in our city," Aryan replied.
"Oh," she said with interest. "So, do you want to work here?"
"Yes, Auntie," Aryan answered.
"Then you'll wake up at nine every morning, open the restaurant, command the magical stove to cook, and serve food to the tables," she said.
Aryan looked at the stove-it was cooking on its own.
"You don't need to worry about accommodation," Aunt Ria continued. "I have a room. You and your siblings can stay there. I'll provide food as well."
"And your salary will be two silver coins."
The blue light had already told Aryan that one silver coin was worth a thousand bronze coins-and that a family could survive comfortably on just a thousand.
Two thousand bronze coins, plus food and shelter, was more than enough.
"Thank you," Aryan said sincerely.
And so, Aryan began working there.
But what awaits him next?
How will Aryan survive in this new world?
To witness the rise of a magician among magicians-
Stay tuned. ✨
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8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
9.1
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage.
For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world.
He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis.
That night, he violently shoved me against a wall, leaving me bleeding and concussed, rushing instead to protect Sofia. Discarded and injured, my invisible love became a weapon against me.
His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him?
With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
7.5
Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.
9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.